AN: I had to write this for a creative writing class and I thought I might as well incorporate it into this book. Enjoy.
-----------------I climbed up the staircases slowly, careful to watch my step. However, falling down a couple stairs would not compare to what I was about to do. The creaking of the steps filled my ears. My anxiousness increased with every cobweb I saw. There were no windows, the only light was the sunlight creeping through the cracks in the wooden rails. There were only stairs until you reached the top the building. I opened the door and sunlight flooded into into the dim staircases.
I looked around. I could see where the trees stopped growing. I could see grassy plains beyond the forest and the mountains in the distance. It was all so peaceful. I had never experienced such serenity. All I was ever used to was the bustling and bright light of the city. A single bird flew in front of me and landed a tree. The branch gently rustles upon impact. the air was different up here all I was thinking was that this would be the last scent I would ever smell. I wouldn't get to taste what was dinner tonight. I wouldn't get to see the moon one last time.
I stepped to the very edge of the building. My body solely running on fear I looked down at the 50 ft beneath me.
I had to do it. My time was up.
I whispered a couple quick prayers under my breath and adjusted my clothing I chose to wear comfortable clothes that morning, just for this.
My foot extended and knew there was no ground for it to step on only the cold ground so far down beneath me.
I shut my eyes and jumped.
At first I didnt breath. How could I?
I fell for a couple seconds before being pulled up by the cord above me. That was when I first flew. For the next 300 ft I flew. The wind roared in my ears. my eyes opened and at that moment I felt like that bird I had seen just seen moment ago, soaring beside the tree tops.
That was the highest zipline I'd ever been on. although it wasn't the first, it definitely was the most beautiful.
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Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.